This picture reminded me of stories my mom used to tell me about her dad. Her father was a chain smoker so they would take his cigarettes and write messages so he would quit smoking, they would include little paper hearts in the box. He eventually quit.
Someone told me once that shooting stars are really just angels throwing away their cigarettes before God could catch them smoking. - I love this because my grandmother smoked, so shooting stars are just her throwing away her cigarettes!